Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Lizz Murphy - Poem 173: Under the filling moon



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  1. Rosemary Nissen-WadeJune 22, 2016 at 8:07 AM

    And it seems the birds become symbols of the children.

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  2. UnknownJune 22, 2016 at 6:41 PM

    fabulous metaphor, and the image of 'cloud spun amber' then the last line... nailed it.

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  3. Lizz Murphy PoetJune 23, 2016 at 1:51 AM

    Thanks so much

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